Daily – Sunday, 7/26/2015

Friday Matt had asked us to tend Kiara so that he could take Lilian to see Avengers 2, but after I’d packed food for us to eat at their house (no time or $$ for dinner), and had driven to Vic’s office to pick him up, Matt called and said that it wasn’t going to work that night, and Vic suggested we could help out on Saturday instead. Matt said he’d check with Lilian. We went back home, thinking about going to see Antman, but just relaxing home instead.

So Saturday, about when we were trying again to figure when we were going to see Antman, Matt called to see if we could tend, so we met them in Pleasant Grove, took over Kiara, and they went to the movie. We took her to Arby’s because Matt said she LOVES their beef sandwiches and curly fries. She ate none of either, then we found a park where there was a nifty playground, an old fenced Sons of the Utah Pioneers cabin, an old wooden bridge, PLUS a large area of sand. We played for about 45 minutes on the playground, then headed over the bridge to the sand. She spent the rest of our time there just playing in the sand, now and then with a stick. When it was time to go, I had to carry her, kicking and screaming literally, towards the car. Once she saw the playground again, and Grandpa, she was happy, until it was time to leave the playground, then Gpa got to carry her kicking and screaming from there to buckle her into her carseat, where the odor made it clear WHY she’d been so happy in the sand for so long; she’d been busy! We went to the theater parking lot where we laid her on the grass and changed a really full and gross diaper (GOOD thing I’d thought to bring wipies of my own, since Lilian hadn’t packed any.) Right about then M&L came out of the theater, and we headed home. We went to see Antman a little later – it was FUN. I’ll like it much better the second time around, since I know that no main characters die.

Kris had gone clubbing with Cousin ReNae, and we were asleep when he got home.

This morning when I went out to the living room, the front door was ajar, although the deadbolt was out, as if someone thought they’d engaged it without realizing that the door wasn’t SHUT. Weird. Then when Vic and I were headed for the car for me to take him to his 8:30am meeting, I saw Kris’s backpack over at the side of the house, with stuff scattered around it. As I looked closer, I realized I was looking at a small bong, some clumps of marijuana (I’m assuming), another empty plastic bag and little Tupperware container. I grabbed all of it and went in and tossed it on his bed. He was awake enough to be aware of what it was.

I’m still trying to digest and figure what to say or do. What would the Savior say or do?